Texty:
E S G City On Lock Down

city's on lock down), yeah cuz The Mayor and the judge, answer to E and Slim Thug cause the (the city's on lock down), nigga what Every corner every block

a night, New York City, heard it goin' down Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when ghost just g

hoes who, love to smoke trees, rolling it e-z widers, paper maintain a low speed, now should I proceed, come from a city where niggas ain't got a lot, but got it locked

ever since the day I came out my mommas cock Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked I can go on any block and on any hood and on

just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G E D wasn't B I G I had to get P A D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced

the whole city stoppin, O.G.'s diddy-boppin Playin my shit, critics sayin my shit Tryin to get me for that ice that lay on my wrist It's like flippin

bomb, eihthype's the bomb Bam's the bomb Chill's the bomb Slip's the bomb Ric's the bomb Lil' hawk & bird Bird's the bomb We's got the bomb nigga uh

up [Mr. Capone-E] My homies, they're my young thug outlaws Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine makes his call We miss you O.G., from the families

the glory I'm the truth like the 'E! True Hollywood Stories', nigga Zino king of the city, I'm 'bout to lock it down Silly rap get smacked, let's get